The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1887-10-20
'troked a pretty infants head.

pleaded, aud to read whole chap
ter in Macauleys History OF Eu
land, and to darn your stockings il
the convent stitch that Aunt Pru
denco taught me, but when l got il
the sunshine forgot it all. Julian
l shall never lelrn to be q compan,
ion to youl
And she glanced ruefally arounC
at the drifts of paper and open folio,
on tho desk, and her radiant face
lgloomed over suddenly, as sh,
caught sight of n tiny photograph
lying close by the inksiand.
JuliauH she exclaimed, abruptly
why d.d you marry me?'
is that so hard to guess, LITTLE
oDeY
Yes, but whY?' persisted. Il am
so silly aud sballow-that is exact
ly what Mrs. Meredith calls me and
my poor little groveling soul can
never reach up to the height of yours
oh, don't try to comfort mel un-
derstand il all, with another eide
long glance at tho photograph.
You loved her! She was true
wifo to you. ah only aplaything!'
Have / ever said so, Heleu?'
a score of timos" cried Helen,
getting more aud more excited,
while the deep roses burned vIvidly
on her checks. Not 10 actual words,
perhaps, but-oh, Julian, why did |
ever marry a widowoil She is us
much my rival now rs if she was a
living and breathing woman, Julian
l hate herl'
Helen! Helenr
Give me that picture! cried the
young wifei snatching the photo-
graph from the desk, and retreltiug
pace or two, as If she feared to be
pursued.
1T shall not lie beside you at your
work. You shall not carry it next to
your heart when you so ont of tho
roomr
She paused, as il expecting a vol.
ley of romOnstrances--perhaps q
stern reproof-bdt he never spoke n
word. Nc ouly loo''-' - "''"
sad, grave eyes.
Julian, she hesitated, more en-
treatipgly, may l have it-the pho
tograph''
yes he answered. i can re-
member how she looked without any
counterfeit presentment. Yes, you
may have it, Heleu, if that is your
desire.
And nelen vanished out OF the
room half-delighted, half-terrliied,
at what she had done. Swift as an
arrow she daried down to a cool,
shady nook, at the foot of tho gar
den, where u crystul trout stream
gurgled under the shadow OF can
iopy of elm leaves, and twisted root
formed u sort of rustic seat.
Shall fling it into the streams
she asked herself. Shall | tear i
opp
But she looked at the soft, Gala
features, aud Il gentler mood crep
over her.
now wicked and babyish AM
she said. No, no! l will not tea
up yonr face, sweet saint. ! shoul'
havc loved you, too, if You had beet
iiviug-will try to love you now, be
cause he loved you! Look dow
from your throne in heaven, deal
white.robed angel, and holp me to b
worthy to sit in your seat at hi
- board, to share your place in hi
, hearth
Aud glancing fearfully around hel
= lest she should be observed, sue kiss
8 cd the photograph once, twice, thre
times, and placed it tenderly in he
bosom.
4 When she came back to the hous
she was quieter and more silent tha
d usual, but she did not offer TO Civ
= back the photograph to her husband
J. Was she jealous of it stillF
@ And Julian Morny went quickl
n on with his student labor-the Ia
4 bors iu which his first wife ha
It shared 80 intelligently and helpfull.
He had loved his beautiful Evar
4 geline 80 truly aud passionately, ST
Of had been entirely part of his exl'
10 tence, that when she died it SCENE
,e impossible that he could ever pla'
A. another woman in the empty n'ci
p Of her being.
~, Rnt as time dulled the first shai